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Maebe's body bounced lightly when he dropped beside her, and she pulled her side of the sheet over the rest of her body before curling herself up against him. She wasn't cold; if anything, she was overheating; and yet that didn't stop her from burying her shoulder against him, and tilting her head to rest back on his chest.

"Impossible." She informed him plainly. "I'll never like anyone more than you."

The movie began, and sure enough, the sight of all that snow made her shiver. She took him at his word, believing that this movie would surpass the next, and sure enough a plot point arose that had her attention.

"Oh." She whispered, snickering. "Love triangle. I get it." No, she didn't.

She really didn't.

But at least it was becoming more obvious, by the time they were on Cloud City, that Leia was starting to make her decision. Maebe's expression started to get really, really smug.

She lifted her head up, and whispered really quietly in his ear. "They're going to bang."

As if he hadn't watched the movie before. As if he needed her to tell him anything.

"Lando's got no shot."

"Holy s**t." Maebe snickered, impressed that there was solid proof that those two committed some solid sinning - even if it was only in book form. She hummed with disappointment over the eighties cockblocking her, but didn't seem to disagree with her assessment of Lando. "Oh, no, he is. I mean, he can get it. Just not from Leia. She has that s**t on lockdown."

She probably should have been more upset at Lando's betrayal, but he was hot, and had a decent flowy cape. So all was forgiven.

Then, it happened.

Maebe sat up straight when Han dipped in, and there was nothing subtle about that kiss. Sure, he was in life threatening danger, but the woman he'd been after for almost two movies now was admitting his love to him, and she thought he'd probably never been happier than he was in that moment.

Then came I know, and she let out a very small, infatuated sigh.

"Smooth." She admitted, falling back down against Dawson. There was no denying it, now. She was invested.

"Han's not a dreamboat."

Her response sounded like a complete contradiction to everything she'd already said, but she quickly explained with the kind of in-depth, critical analysis of a man that only she had the ability to provide.

"He makes bad jokes. Like, all the time. He runs into fights like a lunatic. He's hitting on a girl like an awkward teenage virgin. He literally ******** up every time he tries to run away. The only point to Chewie is to keep that man-boy alive. He's a complete nerd, and he's beautiful."

As she explained it all, it was clear there was a fondness in her voice - and it was hard to consider anything she said an insult.

"But he's crazy for Leia. That's what counts."

Luke had been too whiny to be considered a dreamboat himself, but she was keeping her mind open. Still, he'd already been friendzoned in her mind. If Leia went for the good boy, Maebe would consider the entire franchise a flop.

The movie ended on what could only be considered a cliffhangar - they did not save Han, Darth Vader was still totally the supreme lord of everything, and the Rebels were just running away. She smacked Dawson's knee repeatedly with impatience. "Put it in, put it in."